not under spell of heavy land or sullen art; what we will is what we feel: Goodnight Charlie Gocher R.I.P., Yellowman, Ramble Tamble, No any man can test Nancy, early Jodorodica, Plastic John + Plastic Ono, Hamstring Party Blues, Henry "Hawkeye" Flynt, Mumbles from Arthur Doyle, Bourbon Spirits, Saint Huck, smoky Benjamin hollerin’ in Hubcap Heaven, Sight Seen in Gypsyland, David Crosby’s stash o’ downers, Kill for Peace On Acid, Twenty-One Would be the Ranger with the Big Iron on His Hip, real godz, Foxfire Simplicity, Harry Smith’s Astrology, Free Ghost Country, Native American Idol reruns after 3rd Wheel...
blow'd up. sports drink wars.
garbage bag leaves are the bells of the final season.
Somnambulist shrinkage concurs, we are on the way to the retribalization of every all everywhere. we will listen to what our heart spirits say to our mind sacs. we're the inheritance of the disease of the Pale Ghosts. Freed from the debts of glory, we promise to subtly fade into the Tornado.
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Hokusai (1760-1829), one of the great Ukiyoye masters of Japan, was once summoned by the Emperor to paint at court. He first dipped the feet of a chicken in blue ink and gently dragged them over a long scroll of rice paper. Then he dipped another chicken’s feet in vermilion ink and simply let the chicken walk freely upon the scroll. After this was done, he bowed deeply to his royal patron and showed him the painting “Autumn Leaves Falling on the Yangtze River.” (Alan Watts)
hey, how are you doing? i was just stopping by to see how you're doing. i had a great time last night, partied it up like crazy lol. plus you know i meant to tell you, i got this cash card for Macy's, so i had some new gear to party in. 420 in your Neanderthal Galactic Empire uTube yPod iSpace!
“Down with a world in which the guarantee that we will not die of starvation has been purchased with the guarantee that we will die of boredom.” French Situationist grafitti, Paris 1968